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Chapter 118 Bolzano, Italy

I lost count of how many times he made love to me that night.

He said something about our having been married for eight months,

so I think he was going for eight - but it was difficult to be sure when you were so consumed.

I was exceptionally unaware when I was otherwise occupied. Or so Edward liked to tell me.

We were up mid-morning, Edward having already packed the car and dressed Masen while I slept, obviously anxious to head to the house in Bolzano . . . and the piano that waited there!

~oooOooo~

EPOV

I was absolutely insane with need for her. I had no idea how I would manage the hour and a half drive to the house in Bolzano. I had forced myself to untangle my limbs from hers earlier when Masen awoke. He wasn't particularly hungry, so I had gotten him dressed and he and I had packed the car, leaving Bella to sleep as long as possible. Though she was a willing participant, I knew that her human body had to rest. We had stayed awake, making love far into the night and I had woken her this morning in my need to be as close as was humanly possible.

If I changed her as soon as we returned home, it would be weeks if not months before her blood lust subsided and she had any thoughts of being intimate. Newborns only cared about blood, there was no way she would want me the same way I wanted her - had to have her . . . at least for awhile. If my wife was pregnant, as we had both been hoping, I would have to be careful with her, well, even more than I already was. Containing my need for her . . . and my strength . . . was becoming increasingly difficult. She wanted another child and if I were completely honest, I wanted another one as well if there were any possibility that she could deliver it safely.

Damn it.

All I could think of was going upstairs and ravaging my wife . . . waking her up from her sleep with me already moving inside her, too impatient to wait for her even to wake.

Control yourself.

Masen sat in the front seat, standing to hold onto the steering wheel and turning the car wheels from side to side. He was laughing and gurgling happily as he pushed all the buttons, silently asking me what they were for. I turned the ignition, allowing the car to come to life without cranking the engine as I explained.

"These buttons are used to control how warm or cool it is in the car, and . . . ," Masen's thoughts interrupted me.

"What's that one for daddy?"

"Those dials are to tell you how fast the car is going and how the engine is doing, son, whether you need to stop and fill up with gas and even if the engine is getting too hot," I explained as I pointed to each dial and he listened intently, taking everything in.

"Pushing them isn't making the car go!" he fussed, looking concerned .

I had to laugh at him, he was so intent and interested. I suspected that he had the perfect recall that all vampires had, and I would not ever have the opportunity to explain these things to him again. I took my time and enjoyed each and every question, each smile, each time he seemed excited to have a new piece of information.

"You have to get bigger and your legs longer, son, before you can drive the car. The pedals down there," I pointed to the floor board, "those are what make the car go fast as well as stop."

If I were capable of tears, they would have been flowing I was laughing so hard. Masen let go of one hand and bent his legs, peering underneath the steering wheel to look at the pedals I had told him were there. His footing gave way and he found himself hanging from the one hand that still gripped the steering wheel, dangling somewhat over the car mat. The look on his face had me riddled with laughter. Had I been human, I would have been hard pressed to breath.

I righted him after I hugged him to me and kissed his cheek, telling him to be more careful and asking if he hurt himself. After an eye roll from my son, his questions . . . and my answers continued.

"These turn the radio on so that you can hear about things that are happening around you or you can listen to music," I explained "Yes, I love music very much, son. I think you will as well."

My thoughts found their way back to Bella as I crouched there beside the drivers opened door and he stood in the seat holding to the steering wheel with both hands. How was I ever going to get through the next few months of this existence. I had immense control, that had shown itself time and time again. I had no blood lust where she was concerned, but lust . . . well, I seemed to have an overabundance of lust where sex with my wife was concerned. I knew that mating for vampires, was intense . . . I had just never experienced it. Carlisle had told to explain Emmett and Rosalie's behavior to me time and time again when they were first together, breaking beds, destroying entire rooms . . . I had just not accepted it, I supposed. I guess I thought that was just them, not that it would ever happen to me . . . surely I would never feel that out of control.

I was wrong.

I smiled, my hands clasped together, elbows resting on my knees as I squatted on the ground watching my son.

"Do you want me to help?" Masen's thoughts jarred me back to the present.

"What son?" I asked out loud, not wanting to fall into the habit of always having silent conversations with him that Bella wasn't privy to.

"Do you want me to help?" he repeated . . . rather like I was the child and he wasn't.

"Help with what, son?" I asked him quietly as he stared intently at me.

"You don't like me changing thoughts that people have without asking you, and you always know when I add thoughts to you . . . so I wanted to know if you wanted me to help?"

"Help with what, Masen?"

I asked, though I was afraid I already knew the answer. He could read my every thought . . . he knew how I was feeling about his mom, the problem I was having controlling my desires. Somehow having my two month old son know my innermost feelings for his mother was way more than I was willing to endure. I didn't want him to think I was angry, but somehow I had to deal with this.

"It's okay, dad. I helped before I got to see you when I was still inside mom. I didn't understand any of it, but I knew you needed me to help. I really don't understand now, I just know that you need to be careful with my mommy like you always tell me to be . . . and I can help."

I had thought he had helped when she was pregnant, when we were in Orlando and my need for her was becoming unbearable, my control slipping. To have it confirmed so clearly though, consciously. He had intervened before, insisting to me that his mom needed that feeling that I gave her when I was reluctant to make love with her late in her pregnancy while she still carried him.

"I would love you to help, son. I only want to make mommy happy and keep her safe. You and she are everything to me," I said, taking him in my arms and sitting where he had been standing in the drivers seat, "I just can't stand to be away from her . . . even just in the next room or a different chair. I need to be touching her all the time,"

He stared at me, smiling. I sensed it, recognized the new thoughts . . . stronger resolve, more absolute control over myself. Being a mind reader and vampire, I could discern the thoughts and feelings that were just mine and the ones that my son had . . . enhanced, for lack of a better word.

Masen stood on my lap, his chubby hands patting each of my cheeks as he laughed and placed slurpy kisses on my face, telling me that he loved me and his mom and comforting me . . . insisting that everything was going to be alright and he would help with the brother and sister that Auntie Alice saw him having.

"Love Daddy," he managed to say out loud.

I thought my face would crack from smiling so big. I had no idea . . . I just never knew what that would feel like.

"I love you, Masen. I love you more than I ever thought possible, son," I told him as I hugged him to me, rocking slightly with the weight of the feelings we were exchanging.

It seemed so impossible that I was sitting here communicating with a child that was my own flesh, just two months old yet he was well on his way to discussing things and concepts with me as though he were an adult. I had more now that I cared about than I ever dreamed possible . . . probably way more than I ever dreamed of when I was human.

"Your mom is right, you do kind of need a haircut, son," I said as I ran my fingers through his curls, grabbing a hair tie of Bella's that was on the dash and pulling his hair into a pony tail.

His hair hung in dark auburn ringlets more than halfway down his back, even with it pulled back. It was quite pretty, but I wasn't sure that was what I wanted my son's hair to look like.

Masen rolled his eyes and grudgingly turned his head so that I could gather his hair together and contain it somewhat behind his shoulders. I had dressed him and brought him outside with me to put his and my bag in the car, but neglecting to put a coat on top of his shirt and sweater. It was quite cold outside, and I hadn't paid attention that the engine wasn't on and there was no heat in the car.

"Are you cold, son?" I asked, kissing his cheek and holding him away from me slightly so that I could look at his face.

His lips weren't blue and his cheeks were not red. I had to wonder.

"Do you understand what I mean when I ask you if you're cold, son?" I questioned.

He tilted his head to one side, but his thoughts were jumbled. He had no idea.

"When you touch mommy's skin, it's always warm. Yes, that feeling is what warm is, son."

Now, I placed his palm against my cheek. I was sure I must feel quite cold from being out in the weather, but apparently not. Masen could notice no real difference, he said I just felt normal to him. I stood, shutting the car door and heading into the bed and breakfast toward the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mr. Cullen. Can I help you this morning? Are you and the boy hungry for your breakfast?" the middle aged woman running the kitchen asked.

"Actually, I would love a cup of coffee and a glass of juice with ice to take up to my wife, if i could. We'll be back down in a few minutes for breakfast, after she has a chance to feed the baby," I explained.

Within minutes I was upstairs in Masen's room, letting him stick his fingers in the cold drink to grab an ice cube and play with it, discussing cold with him.

"Edward!" Bella screeched as she rounded the corner and came into the room with us just in time to see our baby sticking his hand into the steaming cup of coffee that was sitting in front of us.

She grabbed the baby from me, much to his dismay, and ran toward the bathroom, immediately covering his hand with cold water from the tap all the while asking me what in the world I was thinking and what happened to my vampire reflexes if I couldn't even stop a small child from burning himself!

Masen stared first at his mom, then at me as we both cracked up laughing.

"Bella, he's fine, love. look at his hand," I said as I turned off the faucet and Masen showed his hand to his mom.

"We were discussing the difference between hot and cold, sweetheart. It seems that temperatures don't affect him much more than they do his dad. We were outside for a half hour or so this morning and he never got the slightest bit cold."

Masen patted her cheeks and nuzzled her face as he giggled. Cutest thing ever.

"Mama. Love Mama," our son told her as she froze, not believing what she was hearing.

"Mommy loves you, baby. You scared me, I thought you had hurt your hand putting it in that hot coffee," she told him quietly, sitting him on the edge of the bathroom sink.

I walked over and put my arms around her, resting my chin on her shoulder as we both stared at our son.

"Did you two have a nice morning together while mommy slept?" she asked him, cooing and tickling him as he laughed and bent over double, gently pushing her hands away.

He started nuzzling against her chest, making what he wanted obvious as she laughed and went to sit in the rocker and offer him his breakfast. I simply sat and stared, mesmerized by both of the amazing creatures that were the very center of my world.

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BPOV

Edward carried Masen to the car to put him in his car seat as I finished brushing my teeth and putting my toiletries in my bag He seemed so calm, so unlike he had been this morning. He has woken me very early, before daybreak . . . he looked so very guilty but insisted that he just needed me. He hadn't intended to wake me I don't think, but having him touch me and stroke me, his hardened length entering me . . . well, that was just not to be slept through! I adored making love with my husband, and though he thought it was always just his need he was filling, it was mine as well. I simply could not get enough of him. Ever.

After a hearty breakfast, being famished after the mornings exercise, we were headed to see the mountain home Edward had bought over 50 years ago, a home I had only glimpsed from the train window as we passed through the Italian Dolomites. I could hardly wait I was so excited.

I had never seen anything as beautiful as the mountains that stood off in the distance to our right. It was an extremely sunny day and it made me appreciate the dark tint that Edward and all the Cullens had applied to the windows of all their cars. Edward's skin sparkled brightly anytime he reached forward for something on the dash. Luckily, it was only a short drive and he had wisely filled the car with gas the day before. Alice's weather predictions came in extremely handy at times such as these, as was the fact that Edward's phone was programed with the local weather forecast in any city we planned to visit.

"Are you feeling alright this morning, love? You're very quiet," Edward asked softly.

"Just enjoying the view," I told him as I continued to stare towards the right.

"The mountains are incredible, aren't they?" he asked . . . but that hadn't been the view I was talking about.

"The mountains are amazing, and I love them sweetheart, but it's you that I can't take my eyes off of. Have I told you how much I love you today?" I asked as he ducked his head shyly.

After all the things we did together, his body virtually taking up residence inside mine, it was just so cute that he still got embarrassed sometimes when I complimented him. He was just so gorgeous and so incredibly sweet and loving and thoughtful. He had acted like he felt so guilty for waking me this morning, but in truth I couldn't wait to have him moving inside me again. I needed him. Though I hadn't mentioned it to him for fear of worrying him, or having him go into protective mode . . . well, even more than normal . . .

I felt like something had changed. My body felt like it did back in Highlands when I had gone and gotten an over the counter pregnancy test. I had reason to suspect it then, my period was late. I hadn't had a period in quite awhile at this point, not since then in fact. Nursing Masen had effectively kept me from having them, so I only had my gut feeling to go on, but something felt . . . different. I hoped so. My need for my husband had grown, as had his need for me, and I wanted to be as indestructible as he was in order to experience making love with him unrestrained, without his fear of hurting me.

As much as we both wanted the twins that Alice continued to see in our future, it was starting to somewhat conflict with my need for Edward . . . not to mention the growing, all consuming frenzy he seemed to be having difficulty controlling.

The house was incredible. Three stories with lofts and wide staircases and warm, rough hewn logs showing through in the walls. It was amazing and I could easily see why Edward had fallen in love with it. For a human, the distance to any kind of services or facilities in the event of an accident might have been somewhat concerning, but for a vampire - the isolation was no doubt a relief. For Edward, being far enough away from any other people, human or vampire, that he could not hear their minds was . . . well, refreshing I guess was the best word. He needed the quiet from time to time. Here he had only Masen's mind to pay attention to.

He certainly had that here - apparently he, or we, owned the land pretty much as far as you could see in each direction. Mountains, lots and lots of snow and mountains . . .

The house was much larger than just Edward would have needed, or even us together with Masen. There were seven bedrooms, three of which were obviously for other members of the family and they had some personal items there, photos and such, so that you could tell whose room was whose. Edward's room - our room now, was on the very top floor and had vaulted ceilings and a gorgeous balcony with an almost breathtaking view of the peaks in the distance.

True to his word, Edward had a identical copy of the bed we had at home standing there waiting for us in his room. This one was covered in beautiful shades of blue, from the sky blue that hung from the canopy to the rich royal blue of the dust skirt, and everything in between. It was spectacular, especially viewing it and looking past it to the floor to ceiling windows with an amazing view of the snow capped mountains in the distance.

Next door, the room that had been turned into a nursery was equally amazing, with a crib just like Masen had at home. A crib that was definitely stronger than the average toddler needed to contain him, though I was sure that at this point, Masen was fully capable of climbing out of the bed whenever he chose. I think he humored us by staying in it when we put him there, much like he humored us by staying in the stroller when we strapped him in, though we all knew he could easily rip apart the restraints if he chose to.

There was a garage attached, and though we had parked under the overhang and not entered the garage, I was pretty sure Edward had other motorized toys there. He rarely indulged or spent money on anything, other than things for me, with the one exception of fast cars.

"Do you like it, love?" he asked, his arms around me from behind as I stared out the wall of windows.

"It's just unbelievable, Edward. Totally unbelievable. Things like this just don't exist," I whispered, mesmerized.

"They do in my world," he said, nuzzling my neck. "I do have a surprise for you and Masen, though. Let me show you."

I followed Edward back down a flight of stairs, our son's teddy bear dangling against my husband's back, held by our son's chubby little clenched fist as it was thrown around Edward's neck. They were just so good together . . . so very much alike that it made me almost want to cry.

On the second floor of the house, just up from the great room and the kitchen, we entered a room that was scattered in children's toys . . . and blueprints.

"I thought I might build him a fort to play in, and some swings," Edward said proudly, showing me the sketches.

They were done in his handwriting, though I had no idea when he had time or how he hid these from me for so long - obviously having had them sent ahead and probably already having the materials to build it with stored outside.

"It's amazing, sweetheart! He's growing so fast it won't be long before he can play in a fort and ride some of these toys," I cheered.

Edward put Masen down, standing him next to my leg and allowing Masen to hold on to me. He took his bear and, backing up a few steps, he squatted down and held the bear out towards our son.

"Come on, son. Time to show mommy what you can do! Come get the bear from daddy," he told him, trying to animate the bear to look like it was moving its arms and waving.

My son looked up at me and smiled, a toothy ear to ear grin actually as he let go of my leg and slowly walked to his dad.

He walked. He was two months old, he could say several words and now he was walking. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I quickly grabbed him up and hugged him, ending up cross legged on the floor with Edward sitting beside me.

"You knew he could do that!" I exclaimed.

"I suspected, love. Masen was pretty sure of himself," he chuckled.

"Oh yes you were, little one," he insisted as Masen turned his head and I suspect rolled his eyes at his dad.

My little man was growing at an astounding rate, the vampire part of him obviously having an even greater effect than Carlisle had predicted. We sat there and watched him explore the room, looking at and handling most of the new toys he found there and playing his favorite game of roll the ball back and forth with his dad and me. this time, instead of just rolling the ball, Edward picked it up and tossed it gently while Masen was standing, his arms outstretched to catch it. caught it he did . . . and ended up with a plop, sitting on the floor with the ball in his lap and laughter covering his face. He was just such a happy little kid, and that was the thing that was the most important to me. No matter how fast his childhood sped by, he seemed to enjoy each and every moment, just as Edward and I enjoyed every moment we spent with him.

We cooked dinner together while Masen played, the caretaker having stocked the fridge at Edward's request. Much to my dismay, when the food was ready, instead of going up the few steps to get our son, Edward simply called him out loud and Masen rounded the corner of the playroom and backed himself down the steps, walking to the table to stand beside me, clapping his hands and smiling.

Edward lifted him to the waiting high chair while I stood, stunned.

"Edward . . ."

"Yes, love?"

"Is this okay? Is this supposed to be happening this way?" I asked, slumping down into the nearest chair.

"He seems fine, Bella. He's happy and healthy. Anything else, we will just have to deal with as it comes," Edward said, trying to comfort me.

"And you want more? You're sure it's alright with you if we have more, you want to take the chance not knowing what will happen?" I asked, looking at him as though he was insane to go through the hurt we could be headed toward.

What if our son only lived a few years? What if he was a full grown man by the time he was ten, and considered elderly before he even reached the age of his parents . . .

There were so many questions, so much we had no idea of when it came to our son. He was just the sweetest, easiest baby I had ever encountered, and so loving with his daddy as well as with me. Though he was way stronger than I was, he had not hurt me since that first harsh grasp that Edward had corrected him for. He never offered to bite, and he never used his strength to get his way.

"Of course I want more, love. You and Masen have your dinner and I'll be happy to show you just how much I want more . . ." Edward put his arms around me, hugging me to him, "I would have as many babies as possible with you, love. They're you and me, born because we love each other. What could possible be wrong with that?